"Thank you, ma'am."

"But enough kisses for now."

"Oh. Ma'am? Can I come in and see you later? I mean after Mrs. Bellamy leaves?"

"I think not. It'll be late by then and I'll probably fall asleep the minute she's out the door."

"I… uh, I could wake you, couldn't I?"

"Wake me? Hmm. In that special way of yours, eh. Kate dear, you sound anxious. What makes you so sexy all of a sudden?"

The maid hung her head. "I'm sorry. But when I started kissing your pretty feet… uh… well please, ma'am, please don't tease me like this. You know. Won't you let me love you?"

Such a request! Margalo's resistance melted; how could she deny her humble slave this small favor?

"All right, Kate."

"Ma'am? You mean I can come in and wake…"

"No. I mean now. Uh-huh. That's it, kiss my feet some more, lick the soles. Oh, I do love that educated tongue of yours. But no, don't come up any higher yet, just stay right there for a while."

"Mmm…"

"You think my feet are beautiful, eh?"

"All of you. All of you is beautiful."

"Flattery, flattery. But you've made your point quite nicely, I must admit. Yes, dear, you may come in and wake me tonight no matter how late it is. Are you satisfied now?"

"Yes'm. Thank you. I'll come and…"

"Be quiet, you talk too much. I don't want to listen to that mouth of yours, I just want to feel it. And you know where. I want it on my cunt now, you hear? Suck my cunt!"

"Oh!" The maid scrambled upward.

Margalo spread her legs and gave herself to the soft lips, the soft thick lips; ah, that delicious mouth! Opening and closing, nibbling and munching, tickling the silky intimacy of her flesh, caressing her hair and at last leeching itself to the even thicker lips between her thighs. She tried to picture what it looked like down there, the juncture of lips and lips, the union of sensuous mouth and sensuous cunt. Hmm, too bad she didn't have a mirror handy…